I'm Off

[Arden]

MOTHER NATURE'S SON
(John Lennon & Paul McCartney)


Born a poor young country boy
Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.

Sit beside a mountain stream
See he waters rise
Listen to the sound of pretty music as she flies.

Find me in my field of grass
Mother Nature's son
Swaying daisies sing a lazy song beneath th sun.

Mother nature's son...

 

[Soron]

ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING ~ Steeleye Span
(traditional)

One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather
I met with an old man a-clothed all in leather
He was clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his chin
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
This rustic was a thresher as on his way he hied
And with a leather bottle fast buckled by his side
He wore no shirt upon his back but wool unto his skin
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
I went a little further and there I met a maid
A-going a-milking, a-milking Sir she said
Then I began to compliment and she began to sing
Saying how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
This maid her name was Dolly clothed in a gown of grey
I being somewhat jolly persuaded her to stay
And straight I fell a-courting her in hopes her love to win
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
I having time and leisure, I spent a vacant hour
A-telling of my treasure while sitting in the bower
With many kind embraces I stroke her double chin
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
I said that I would married be and she would be my bride
And long we should not tarry and twenty things beside
I'll plough and sow and reap and mow and you shall sit and spin
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
Her parents then consented, all parties were agreed
Her portion thirty shillings, we married were with speed
Then Will the piper he did play whilst others dance and sing
Saying how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
Then lusty Ralph and Robin with many damsels gay
Did ride on Roan and Dobbin to celebrate the day
And when they met together their caps they off did fling
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do and how do you do
again

 

[Arden]

Rave On, John Donne
Van Morrison


Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page

Rave on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels

Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On nature's bright green shady path

Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread

Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats,
Rave on down through the Holy Rosey Cross
Rave on down through theosophy, and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing of "A Vision"
Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on words on printed page

 

[Arden]

Ramblin' 'Round
Woody Guthrie/Ani DiFranco

Ramble 'round your city
Ramble 'round your town
I never seen a friend I know
As I go ramblin' 'round, boys, as I go ramblin' 'round

My sweetheart and my parents
I left in my own town
I'm out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin' 'round, as I go ramblin' 'round

The peach trees they are loaded
The limbs are bending down
I pick 'em all day for a dollar boys
As I go 'ramblin 'round
As I go 'ramblin 'round

Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
And falls down on the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go ramblin' 'round
As I go ramblin' 'round

I wish that I could marry;
I wish I could settle down.
But I can't save a penny, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round.

My mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renown;
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round

 

[SecretScribe]

You are up early Arden ... or late ... (((Arden)))

 

[Soron]

WITNESS
(Sarah McLachlan)

Make me a witness
take me out
out of darkness
out of doubt

I won't weigh you down
with good intention
won't make fire out of clay
or other inventions

Will we burn in heaven
like we do down here
will the change come
while we're waiting

Everyone is waiting

And when we're done
soul searching
as we carried the weight
and died for a cause
is misery
made beautiful
right before our eyes
will mercy be revealed
or blind us where we stand

Will we burn in heaven
like we do down here
will the change come while we're waiting
everyone is waiting

 

[Soron]

The Prairie-Grass Dividing
by Walt Whitman

THE prairie-grass dividing--its special odor breathing,
I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,
Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,
Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,
Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious,
Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and
command--leading, not following,
Those with a never-quell'd audacity--those with sweet and lusty
flesh, clear of taint,
Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and Governors,
as to say, Who are you?
Those of earth-born passion, simple, never-constrain'd, never
obedient,
Those of inland America.

 

[Soron]

THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD
(Bruce Springsteen)

Man walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

 

[Soron]

Just because it's a good song...

FOR NO ONE ~ The Beatles
(John Lennon-Paul McCartney)

Your day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all the words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she said her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be time when all the things she said will fill your head
You won't forget her

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

 

[Arden]

Love that album, I wish I were there to listen to it with you

 

[Soron]

Love that album, I wish I were there to listen to it with you

I love you

 

[Arden]

I love you

 

[Soron]

BORN AGAIN SAVAGE
(Steven Van Zandt)

We are the chosen ones that's what they taught me
We've got the power, the money, the guns
If there's a God He is white and on our side
You'll believe anything when you are young


We are the civilized they always told me
Religion is organized I was told
I found it more honest exploring the darkness
'cause Jesus never wore no South African gold


Look around baby we're desperate and divided
All calling God by different names
Kneeling to praise Him while we poison His garden
I'm Born Again Savage and can't play the game


There ain't no justice for the loyal foot soldier
We're promised salvation but not till we die
Our bodies are churches of wisdom and pleasures
Don't be afraid baby let's look inside


I've danced with the spirits I've challenged my demons
Been baptized in the blood of my own killing ground
We laughed when the elders said all life is sacred
And natural law's gonna punish us now


Look around at the volunteer slavery
Everyone drinking and dying of thirst
Don't look up baby 'cause no one's gonna save you


I'm Born Again Savage and a child of the earth


This flesh we walk 'round in is so temporary
It's misused and disused, discarded too fast
Invite me into your temple to worship
I'm Born Again Savage and free at last

 

[kayte]

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Soron
Happy Birthday to you!!!!

 

[Soron]

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Soron
Happy Birthday to you!!!!

Thank you, dear {{{{{Kayte}}}}}


WITH GOD ON OUR SIDE
(Bob Dylan)

Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.

 

[Arden]

SONG TO WOODY
Leadbelly
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)

I'm out here a thousand miles from my home,
Walkin' a road other men have gone down.
I'm seein' your world of people and things,
Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings.

Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along.
Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn,
It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more.
I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough,
'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done.

Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too,
An' to all the good people that traveled with you.
Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

I'm a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today,
Somewhere down the road someday.
The very last thing that I'd want to do
Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too.

Copyright 1962, 1965 Duchess Music

 

[Soron]

Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along.
Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn,
It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.


Funny, how a song 40 years old is still relevant today, angel.

 

[Arden]

Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along.
Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn,
It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.


Funny, how a song 40 years old is still relevant today, angel.

You're right. Some of the variables have changed, yet the world remains the same. You'd think it would have come much farther.

 

[Soron]

DO RE MI ~ Ani DiFranco
(Woody Guthrie)

Lots of folks back East they say, leaving home every day
Beating the hot old dusty way to the California line
Cross the desert sands they roll, getting out of the old dust bowl
Think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now police at the port of entry say,
"you're number fourteen thousand for today

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why you better get back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi

You want to buy a house or a farm, that can't do nobody harm
Or take your vacation by the mountain or sea
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you'd better stay right where you are
Better take this little tip from me:
Cause I look through the want ads every day
And the headlines in the papers always say

 

[Soron]

Love is ... running into his arms,
Colliding with his heart,
And exploding into his soul.

Unknown

 

[Soron]

HIGHWIRE DAYS ~ The Psychedelic Furs
(R Butler-J Ashton)

they tore up our kisses and ran
on tomorrow's pages
and the lions have eaten the lamb
on tomorrow's pages
there's a day of your life in your hands
full of people you don't understand
in my highwire days
i can see all the way
i see through the games you play
in my highwire days
they pushed all the buttons and things
on tomorrow's pages
and the sirens do nothing but sing
on tomorrow's pages
and you put on your prettiest face
and you wait for the news that we made
in my highwire days
i can see all the way
i see through the games you play
in my highwire days
our dreams have all gone up on sale
on tomorrow's pages
and we paid for the cross and the nails
on tomorrow's pages
and we put on our prettiest face
and we wait for the news that we made
in my highwire days
i can see all the way
i see through the games we play
in my highwire days
in my highwire days
i can see all the way
i see through the games we play
in my highwire days

 

[Arden]

Love is ... running into his arms,
Colliding with his heart,
And exploding into his soul.

Unknown

How beautiful!

 

[Arden]

We miss you, kayte...

 

[Soron]

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments that stand out, the moments when you have really lived, are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

Henry Drummond

 

[Soron]

Eulalie
by Edgar Allan Poe

I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.

Now Doubt- now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.